Lillian's perspective.
Seeing that I was in such a rush, he did not stop the car but taunted, "What, are you going to frolic with those feral kids again?"
"Ismail! Watch your mouth!" I retorted, my courage fueled by outrage. "For the last time, they're not feral kids. They're just poor kids abandoned by their parents. They are either lacking in a limb or physically sick. To put it bluntly, they're just like you, a child born with an illness. It's just that they're not as lucky as you to be born into a rich family, to be spoiled and loved by so many people."
I couldn't go on. I touched the tears on my face and shouted at him, "Stop the car! I want you to stop the car right this minute!"
His expression changed slightly as he continued to press his foot against the accelerator.
Seeing th
